Raul chuckled and shook his head. There was a quick knock on the doorframe of the master bedroom and Lily poked her enormous head in. "Good to see you're home safe from your little trip, dumpling!" she cooed at Sadie.
"Lily, you're reasonable," Raul said. "Tell Jimmy here that no grandson of yours is going to be prancing around in that hideous jacket."
"Granma, I made this jacket in arts and crafts and everyone's being mean to me about it," Sadie said. She had never pouted in her life but goddammit she'd do it to get Lily on her side.
"Oh, sweetie, don't you waste one minute worrying what anyone has to say," Lily said indulgently with a flip of her giant purple hand. "I think your jacket is very creative."
"See?" Sadie said, looking at Raul. "Very creative."
"Creative don't mean 'good'."
"Anyway, pumpkin," Lily continued, "just wanted to make sure you washed up before dinner."
Nothing said "home and relatively safe" like playing Jimmy for Lily, so Sadie gamely swung her legs off of Raul's lap and made for the bathroom, dutifully scrubbing her hands. She hadn't realized she had been quietly humming one of Mother Monster's songs to herself until Cass's voice came from behind her, "Please don't start singin'. Your singin' makes me feel like that jacket of yours looks."
"I think you may want to rephrase that," Arcade said.
"Yeah," Boone said over his shoulder as he washed the dishes. "Nothing good usually follows 'I need you to follow me to this random place out in the desert'."
Arcade looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "Usually?" Boone just shrugged, his word quota met for the day.
"I am really not selling how essential it is that you guys come with me," Sadie said, sitting cross-legged at the end of the table.
"Because of some radio station?" Arcade said. "And the birthplace of that thing you won't take off?"
Sadie gave a frustrated sound. "You don't understand! It is the weirdest shit I have ever heard and I am obsessed with it!"
Arcade sighed. "Do you have any destination that's more specific than 'somewhere in the desert'?"
Sadie held up her left wrist. "Right here on my Pip-Boy."
There was a moment where Arcade just studied her, arms crossed and expression full of scrutiny. "You're going to just keep needling and begging until we agree to go, aren't you?"
Sadie sighed affectionately. "You know me so well, Arcade."
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F!Courier + Companions -- The Mojave's A Free Bitch, Baby [2b/?]
Date: 2011-11-27 02:00 am (UTC)"Lily, you're reasonable," Raul said. "Tell Jimmy here that no grandson of yours is going to be prancing around in that hideous jacket."
"Granma, I made this jacket in arts and crafts and everyone's being mean to me about it," Sadie said. She had never pouted in her life but goddammit she'd do it to get Lily on her side.
"Oh, sweetie, don't you waste one minute worrying what anyone has to say," Lily said indulgently with a flip of her giant purple hand. "I think your jacket is very creative."
"See?" Sadie said, looking at Raul. "Very creative."
"Creative don't mean 'good'."
"Anyway, pumpkin," Lily continued, "just wanted to make sure you washed up before dinner."
Nothing said "home and relatively safe" like playing Jimmy for Lily, so Sadie gamely swung her legs off of Raul's lap and made for the bathroom, dutifully scrubbing her hands. She hadn't realized she had been quietly humming one of Mother Monster's songs to herself until Cass's voice came from behind her, "Please don't start singin'. Your singin' makes me feel like that jacket of yours looks."
"I think you may want to rephrase that," Arcade said.
"Yeah," Boone said over his shoulder as he washed the dishes. "Nothing good usually follows 'I need you to follow me to this random place out in the desert'."
Arcade looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "Usually?" Boone just shrugged, his word quota met for the day.
"I am really not selling how essential it is that you guys come with me," Sadie said, sitting cross-legged at the end of the table.
"Because of some radio station?" Arcade said. "And the birthplace of that thing you won't take off?"
Sadie gave a frustrated sound. "You don't understand! It is the weirdest shit I have ever heard and I am obsessed with it!"
Arcade sighed. "Do you have any destination that's more specific than 'somewhere in the desert'?"
Sadie held up her left wrist. "Right here on my Pip-Boy."
There was a moment where Arcade just studied her, arms crossed and expression full of scrutiny. "You're going to just keep needling and begging until we agree to go, aren't you?"
Sadie sighed affectionately. "You know me so well, Arcade."